Lyrics: We stood at Pinxton station, one dismal Saturday, with an air of glooming over platform 1 The folk all dressed in morning black had come from near and far to see the Pinxton flyers' final run There's a scrap and colliery and pubs of great renown, and the smell of burning slag(?) fills the air But you'll never get to see them on the rusty Pixton for the LMR don't have the trains to spare They filled the booking office, the most they'd seen for years, buying souvenir tickets by the score Enthusiastic passengers took pictures of the guard whose autograph was sought by many more There's a scrap and colliery and pubs of great renown, and the smell of burning slag(?) fills the air But you'll never get to see them on the rusty Pixton for the LMR don't have the trains to spare Oh, a solemn ritual was held upon the platform side, though time it had long passed departure time But finally did a train pull out with whistle open wide and detonators bangin' on the line There's a scrap and colliery and pubs of great renown, and the smell of burning slag(?) fills the air But you'll never get to see them on the rusty Pixton for the LMR don't have the trains to spare And every single station from there to Nottingham was treated to a ceremony grand The communication cord was pulled a dozen times or more for the gentlemen to shake the porter's hand There's a scrap and colliery and pubs of great renown, and the smell of burning slag(?) fills the air But you'll never get to see them on the rusty Pixton for the LMR don't have the trains to spare **Kickass piano solo** And at last, the terminus was reached and everyone got out, the refreshment bar their final port of call And the gentlemen in black top hats, they drank a solemn toast, for the poor old Pinxton railway was no more There's a scrap and colliery and pubs of great renown, and the smell of burning slag(?) fills the air But you'll never get to see them on the rusty Pixton for the LMR don't have the trains to spare Half from memory heh.
*LYRICS* We stood at Pinxton station one dismal Saturday, and the air was gloomin' over Platform One For folk all dressed in mourning black had come from near and far to see the Pinxton fly its final run... There's a scrapyard, and a colliery, and pubs of great renown And the smell of burning slack, it fills the air... But you'll never get to see them on the rusty Pinxton line For the LMR don't have the trains to spare... They filled the booking office the most it seemed for years Buying souvenir tickets by the score Enthusiastic passengers took pictures of the guard Whose autograph was sought by many more... There's a scrapyard, and a colliery, and pubs of great renown And the smell of burning slack, it fills the air... But you'll never get to see them on the rusty Pinxton line For the LMR don't have the trains to spare... Oh, a solemn ritual was held upon the platform side Though, now it had long past departure time But finally, the train pulled out with whistle open wide And detonators banging on the line... There's a scrapyard, and a colliery, and pubs of great renown And the smell of burning slack, it fills the air... But you'll never get to see them on the rusty Pinxton line For the LMR don't have the trains to spare... And every single station, from there to Nottingham Was treated to a ceremony grand The communication cord was pulled a dozen times or more For the gentleman to shake the porter's hand... There's a scrapyard, and a colliery, and pubs of great renown And the smell of burning slack, it fills the air... But you'll never get to see them on the rusty Pinxton line For the LMR don't have the trains to spare... *INSTRUMENTAL BREAK* At last, the terminus was reached, and everyone got out... The refreshment barred their final port of call... And the gentlemen in black top hats, they drank a solemn toast... For the poor old Pinxton railway was no more... There's a scrapyard, and a colliery, and pubs of great renown And the smell of burning slack, it fills the air... But you'll never get to see them on the rusty Pinxton line For the LMR don't have the trains to spare...
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Lyrics:
We stood at Pinxton station, one dismal Saturday, with an air of glooming over platform 1
The folk all dressed in morning black had come from near and far to see the Pinxton flyers' final run
There's a scrap and colliery and pubs of great renown, and the smell of burning slag(?) fills the air
But you'll never get to see them on the rusty Pixton for the LMR don't have the trains to spare
They filled the booking office, the most they'd seen for years, buying souvenir tickets by the score
Enthusiastic passengers took pictures of the guard whose autograph was sought by many more
There's a scrap and colliery and pubs of great renown, and the smell of burning slag(?) fills the air
But you'll never get to see them on the rusty Pixton for the LMR don't have the trains to spare
Oh, a solemn ritual was held upon the platform side, though time it had long passed departure time
But finally did a train pull out with whistle open wide and detonators bangin' on the line
There's a scrap and colliery and pubs of great renown, and the smell of burning slag(?) fills the air
But you'll never get to see them on the rusty Pixton for the LMR don't have the trains to spare
And every single station from there to Nottingham was treated to a ceremony grand
The communication cord was pulled a dozen times or more for the gentlemen to shake the porter's hand
There's a scrap and colliery and pubs of great renown, and the smell of burning slag(?) fills the air
But you'll never get to see them on the rusty Pixton for the LMR don't have the trains to spare
**Kickass piano solo**
And at last, the terminus was reached and everyone got out, the refreshment bar their final port of call
And the gentlemen in black top hats, they drank a solemn toast, for the poor old Pinxton railway was no more
There's a scrap and colliery and pubs of great renown, and the smell of burning slag(?) fills the air
But you'll never get to see them on the rusty Pixton for the LMR don't have the trains to spare
Half from memory heh.
ASlagis to do wiht metal work and if im correct its the parts of molten metal that have to be tipped away npot to be used
@@pollyjackson-dzacchaeus1342 Yeah just figured that out a week ago lol
despite the songs plot, the instrumental has the energy of a joyous Finnish polka.
Rip
Pixton railway😥
*LYRICS*
We stood at Pinxton station one dismal Saturday, and the air was gloomin' over Platform One
For folk all dressed in mourning black had come from near and far to see the Pinxton fly its final run...
There's a scrapyard, and a colliery, and pubs of great renown
And the smell of burning slack, it fills the air...
But you'll never get to see them on the rusty Pinxton line
For the LMR don't have the trains to spare...
They filled the booking office the most it seemed for years
Buying souvenir tickets by the score
Enthusiastic passengers took pictures of the guard
Whose autograph was sought by many more...
There's a scrapyard, and a colliery, and pubs of great renown
And the smell of burning slack, it fills the air...
But you'll never get to see them on the rusty Pinxton line
For the LMR don't have the trains to spare...
Oh, a solemn ritual was held upon the platform side
Though, now it had long past departure time
But finally, the train pulled out with whistle open wide
And detonators banging on the line...
There's a scrapyard, and a colliery, and pubs of great renown
And the smell of burning slack, it fills the air...
But you'll never get to see them on the rusty Pinxton line
For the LMR don't have the trains to spare...
And every single station, from there to Nottingham
Was treated to a ceremony grand
The communication cord was pulled a dozen times or more
For the gentleman to shake the porter's hand...
There's a scrapyard, and a colliery, and pubs of great renown
And the smell of burning slack, it fills the air...
But you'll never get to see them on the rusty Pinxton line
For the LMR don't have the trains to spare...
*INSTRUMENTAL BREAK*
At last, the terminus was reached, and everyone got out...
The refreshment barred their final port of call...
And the gentlemen in black top hats, they drank a solemn toast...
For the poor old Pinxton railway was no more...
There's a scrapyard, and a colliery, and pubs of great renown
And the smell of burning slack, it fills the air...
But you'll never get to see them on the rusty Pinxton line
For the LMR don't have the trains to spare...
Shame we lost the railway, but at least the locos from the longmoor military railway were saved for preservation.